Rowen Aether's Blog: The Realms of Fantasy - Posts Tagged "supernatural"

So, I'm not dead. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I've just kinda been bleh lately. Haven't gotten any writing done. I want to write but then I'm like ugh, do I have to? Hopefully I'll get out of this funk soon and start working on those two novels I was writing. I'm gonna read back through them, try and get back into the characters. I've been told they're really good.

Here's an excerpt from the vampire one. Don't know if it's mentioned, cant remember :P but Melissa is a werecat, just FYI. Didn't really read through it, just skimmed, and thought 'this is a good place to start, and this is a good place to end.' Figured I should give the minuscule amount of people who read my blog something after my long ass absence. Enjoy!

{When they pull up to the house, a nondescript single story, human officers swarm the yard, the crime scene already taped off. Calypso is the first out of the car, closely followed by Melissa. Valerian ambles from the back seat, yawning and stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh at the pop from his spine.

The trio slip under some yellow caution tape only to be cut off by a human police officer. He holds up his hand in a halt gesture. “This is a crime scene, what do you think you’re doing? Civilians are not authorized here.”

Calypso bats her eyes and immediately has the young man’s full attention, complete with wide eyes and a slack jaw. She slips her badge from her breasts, the human watching each movement intensely. Her badge drops open. “Special forces, sweetheart.”

He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows.

Valerian rolls his eyes, the human’s heart pounding quick and erratic. He wrinkles his nose at the sharp scent of arousal.

The human steps aside. “M-my apologies, ma’am. Please, go right ahead.”

“She’s really good at this,” Melissa whispers, her tone impressed. “Hardly needed any convincing.”

“She’s a succubus, her breasts are the only thing occupying his focus right now,” Valerian responds, moving to follow Calypso. His ears catch Melissa’s quiet, drawn out, “Oh.”

Valerian steps up to the open door, his nose picking out the scent of at least half a dozen humans and some really cheap cologne.

Calypso’s voice comes from over his left shoulder. “How are we going to do this? The grounds are swarmed with mortals.”

“I haven’t decided yet,” he answers.

“Well hurry up and decide.” A sharp jab in his spine from Calypso’s nails gets him moving.

He steps through the door, the sharp, metallic aroma of blood mingling with the scent of humans. Makes him wish he actually fed before coming here. His ears pick up a crescendo of heartbeats, a soft cacophony of thumps concealed by tender flash. Definitely wishes he fed.

His eyes are trained on the crime scene as he picks his way through what looks like a living room to a larger room with a chandelier. His skin prickles, the feeling of eyes watching him. He flashes his badge at a human trying to intercept them, not even sparing the kid a glance.

“Special forces, sweetheart,” Calypso’s accented voice picks up, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, following him.

“I’m a junior detective!” Melissa inputs, her tone high with excitement. Her steps are light, dancing along the floor.

Valerian’s eyes trail along the room: three bodies, blood splattered on nearly every surface. His hunger spikes and he clenches his jaw. Years of this have taught him control though.

“Oh crap, it’s everywhere,” Melissa breathes.

Calypso whistles beside him. “It’s even on the roof. This took skill.”

“Newbs. Who let them in?”

Valerian curls his lip at the soft-spoken insult.

“I’ll handle them,” another, deeper male voice replies.

Soles click against the hardwood floor until a man stops beside Valerian. The sheep is taller than he by almost a head. Damn his French ancestry for making him so short. The man has black hair and blue eyes. His skin is tanned from sun exposure, soft flesh shielded by a cotton shirt and jeans.

A long, beige overcoat rests on his shoulders and a gold badge dangles around his neck on a silver chain. “I’m Detective Michael Pierson.” He lifts the badge before letting it fall back to his chest. “Who are you guys with? Is this some training course where they let a bunch of kids dress detective and study crime scenes?”

Valerian holds up his badge, his voice hard, “Drop the patronizing act, we’re not children.”

The human grasps his badge, and he lets it go, his focus going back to the scene. Two of the bodies, the women, are whole, the third, a man, shredded. One body, her throat ripped, is close to where they stand in the open archway. The other two are closer together, further in the room, half on a rug draped over another wooden floor.

“Valerian DelaCrouix? Is that your real name? Senior Agent, huh? S.E.C.R.E.T., Precinct 12. Cool acronym. If you’re from a precinct I can guess it’s some kind of detective agency, but what does secret stand for?”

Valerian glances at the mortal for a second before snapping his gaze back, realizing the human still has his badge. He snatches it back. “Give me that. And get out of here.”

The human chuckles. “All right, big shot. Is this your first scene?”

“It’s my first scene!” Melissa replies. She thrusts out her badge. “I’m Junior Detective!”

“I can tell,” the human answers, his tone humored, perhaps a bit fond.

Valerian glares at her, her leopard print tail swishing out from under her skirt.

Calypso huffs. “Hardly darling.” She dips her head, her tone falling into a seductive drawl, “I’ve been doing this since Jack the Ripper.”

The mortal frowns, his eyebrows drawing together. “I beg your pardon? You mean the guy from England like a hundred years ago? Or are you referring to some copycat killer I haven’t heard about?”

Calypso blinks at the human before giving Valerian a helpless look.

Considering the man’s paying actual attention to what she’s saying and his eyes didn’t immediately go to Calypso’s breasts, he must be gay. Great, her only weakness. Which means now would probably be a good time to cut in. Valerian tugs on Melissa’s tail, and she yelps but tucks it back, offering a sheepish grin at the human’s confused glance.

“What do you want?” he asks the human. “If you have nothing productive to add to the case you can leave.”

“Well considering this is my crime scene—”

“Not for long, handsome.” Calypso drags a hand down his chest, and he steps back, his expression tightening. “As soon as our Chief calls yours, this becomes our jurisdiction.”

Someone yells the mortal’s name and gestures for him.

Calypso places her hands on her hips, jutting one out. “That’s probably her now.” She smirks at the human’s glare.

His gaze shifts to Valerian, the scowl falling away to make room for… some kind of look. The human’s eyes are a beautiful shade of cobalt, reminding him of the shimmering surface of Lake Ouachita in Arkansas. It probably helps in the human’s favor that his favorite color is blue. The odd look only lasts a few seconds before the human’s expression morphs again, promising more questioning upon his return. Valerian huffs, as if the sheep will receive answers. No matter how pretty his eyes are.

Without his presence they now have privacy. Valerian crouches before the two corpses further in the room, the woman’s throat shredded on one side. Blood soaks the rug, squishing under his weight, too much and too fresh to have congealed completely yet.

Odd, he can’t pick it out in the air which is extremely peculiar because he could smell it in the entrance way. A putrid scent of rotting flesh hangs over this room, overpowering the metallic aroma. “What do you think?”

Calypso crouches next to him, using a pen to prod at the wound. “The teeth marks don’t add up to a werewolf. A harpy maybe? It looks like the guy was clawed pretty good. What else eats humans?”

He stands, turning to Melissa and crossing his arms. Now’s a good time to see if she’s as good as her file says. “All right, Melissa.”

She perks up at the sound of her name, her full attention zeroing in on him.

“What can you tell me about the scene?” Valerian’s gaze shifts to his left, the human, Marcus? Michael? Mitchell? the sheep leans against the door frame, watching him. So much for privacy.

“Um.” Melissa drags her eyes around the room. “Judging from the blood splatters he was hit from behind?”

Valerian narrows his eyes at the human, receiving a smirk in reply, before turning his gaze back to Melissa. “Good, anything else?”

“I think he likes you,” Calypso draws, her voice louder than need be while her breath ruffles the hair at the nape of his neck. Considering Calypso can practically sniff out sexual desire he doesn’t doubt her.

Melissa snickers and the sheep’s smirk widens.

He elbows Calypso. “Anything else productive,” he retorts.

Calypso snorts in humor, moving to examine the corpse off by itself.

“It was personal?” Melissa says.

“Personal?” Valerian echoes. “How so?”

“You see these two corpses?” She gestures to the women. “Their throats were ripped out, quick and clean, but this third one? The wounds on his back aren’t deep enough to be fatal but there isn’t enough blood for him to bleed to death.”

She circles the corpse. “The claw marks on his legs and arms are jagged,” she swipes her hands through the air like she’s clawing something, “like they were done in quick succession, no finesse just anger.”

“Huh,” Valerian huffs, “Good eye.”

“Claw marks?” The human steps further into the room. “You make it sound like the guy was impersonating Wolverine or something.”

Melissa hums. “I’m thinking more along the line of Freddy Krueger.”

The cattle smiles. “So were they having a sleepover in here?”

Melissa snickers, opening her mouth to reply.

“All right, don’t encourage him,” Valerian snaps.

The werecat puffs out her cheeks, spinning around to study the wall behind her.

“And you,”­ Valerian flicks a hand at the human, “why haven’t you left yet?”

“Maybe we can make something out of this.” Calypso holds up a small plastic bag where she placed a tooth.

“Shouldn’t you guys be wearing gloves for this?” the human says.

Valerian ignores him, taking the bag from Calypso and turning it over in his hand. The tooth is small, about the size of a human canine but jagged with a curved hook towards the center meant for tearing. That would explain the state of the bite wounds. He hands it off and Melissa takes it. “I swear by Hecate, if we are dealing with something teething—”

“Teething?! What the hell are you guys talking about?”

Valerian snaps his gaze to the human, his eyes narrowing in a glare. The tiny bag is held in the sheep’s hand. Didn’t Melissa take it? He glances at Melissa who stands a few feet away doing what looks like a trajectory reading on the blood splatters compared to where the body lays. Great, he practically handed it off to the human.

He snatches it back. “Didn’t I tell you to leave? I’m pretty sure I did. Twice.” He tosses the tooth to Calypso, not looking to see if she catches it. The paper bag sounds like it comes into contact with flesh, so he assumes she did. Or he just hit her with it.

“Yeah, well, this investigation hasn’t been yanked out from under us just yet.”

“Oh really? Let me fix that.”

“Oh let him stay on, Val.” Calypso places her arms atop his shoulder, leaning against him. “He wouldn’t be the first.”

“That’s not the point.” Valerian steps away, slipping out from under her.

“Do you hide everything in your breasts?”

At the human’s inquiry, Valerian looks to Calypso, the succubus slipping the plastic bag down her shirt.

She winks at the mortal. “Best place there is.” She swats Valerian's shoulder. “Let him stay, I kind of like him.”

Valerian glares at her. What game is she playing? She offers a smirk in response, twirling around and heading for Melissa.

Valerian grabs the human’s arm, just above his elbow, muscle firm under his grip, and drags him back towards the living room. The other humans are already packing up their equipment so he can assume Chief Euryale made the call.

He releases the mortal, spinning to face him. “What do I have to do to get rid of you?” he snarls, very tempted to bare fangs. That usually scares them off.

“How about a date?”

Valerian blinks. If he had a heartbeat it might have just skipped. Sure, the human’s cute, kind of like a puppy you see in the window of a pet store, but a date? “How is seeing more of you in conjunction with getting rid of you?”

The human, Mitchell, he’s pretty sure it was Mitchell, steps in closer. “You mean permanently or from this crime scene?”

Valerian glares. “Both.”

“Mm, yeah, can’t have both.” The sheep takes another step and Valerian is startled when his back hits a wall. He didn’t even realize he was stepping back.

The human leans closer, placing an arm against the wall and crowding his space. What the actual fuck, how the hell did he get cornered? And by his main food source, to boot?! He’s supposed to be the predator, not the other way around!

The mortal’s body is warm, almost hot compared to how cool he is. His senses are assaulted with the sweet aroma of the mortal’s blood, the sound of it pumping through his veins with each heartbeat. The sudden urge to sink fangs into the tender flesh of the human’s neck passes over him, and he clenches his jaw. This is the last time he deals with humans while hungry.

The human slips something into his breast pocket, dragging a hand across his chest in a completely unnecessary manner. “Call me. And wear warmer clothing next time, you’re freezing.”

The sheep steps away, heading for the other mortals. He turns a smirk to Valerian, offering a wave. Valerian's eyes track his progress until the human slips out the front door, disappearing from his sight. What just happened? He no longer feels on top of the food chain.

“He’s sweet, you should call.”

He looks over, meeting Calypso’s gaze.

The succubus starts cackling, startling him. “You should see your face! You look like someone just told you men could get pregnant!”

Valerian tries to school his expression, having no idea what exactly he looks like.

Calypso chuckles, wiping tears from her eyes. “I’ve never seen horror and surprise meld so well together. It’s a good look for you.” Her laughter starts up again before he can even form a response.

He gives her three seconds. “I’m not calling, now focus.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, her grin still present, but keeps her composure.

“The body was moved!”

At the exclamation, Valerian and Calypso give Melissa their attention. She stops in the open doorway, gesturing for them to come over and leads them to the mangled corpse.

“The blood splatters don’t add up with the position of the body.” Melissa gestures to some blood trails leading from the corpse’s legs. “At first I thought these were just from the wounds on his legs but—” she jumps to her feet, scurrying to the head of the corpse.

Crouching down she drags her hand along the edge of the rug, where it meets the wooden floor. “There are marks in the wood, from fingernails. This guy was alive, and I think he tried to get away.”

Calypso hums. “That supports your theory about this being personal.”


“Whoever did this wanted him to suffer.” Valerian crouches next to the corpse, draping his arms across his knees. “They didn’t kill him immediately.” He glances at the other two. “So what about them?”

He lifts a part of the man’s tattered shirt, examining the wounds. “This man was hit from behind. The depth of his wounds are even all along his back, so he wasn’t running, he was caught by surprise.” The clothing slips from his fingers. “Were the other two present, or did they show up afterward?”

Calypso twists around, studying them. “One is facing him, she might have witnessed it, but the younger woman looks like she was trying to get away.”

Valerian moves to the corpse off on its own, kneeling by her shoulder. He brushes her dirty blond hair from her face. “She looks young, I can’t tell by scent, the whole room just smells like decay. His daughter maybe?”

“These corpses aren’t old enough to be giving your nose a runaround.”

Valerian offers Calypso a shrug, having no explanation. The scent of death and decay hangs heavy in the air. The heady scent of blood is even overpowered. What creature could be so malodorous as to mask blood from a vampire?

“I noticed that too,” Melissa states. “It’s like someone stuffed the walls with years old corpses.”

“But only in this room,” Valerian adds and the werecat nods in agreement.

“We can search the house for clues,” Calypso states.

Valerian nods, standing. “Spread out, see what we can find.”}

Michael ran away from me... :\ Haven't quite decided on a name for the book yet, still tossing ideas around. Hopefully I'll come up with something BEFORE I finish the book. We'll see. :D

Hope everyone has a wonderful New Year!

Rowen